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Pedro Batista Jul 2017
One more ticket
To a never ending ride
With fake joy, and a charming side

One more trip
Along this unknown track
Wish it would end
But I am too dumb to do that

Once again I go to meet her
Filled with hope and dreams
Thinking "this time will be different"
She will finally express something for me

I don't know why I still believe
She isn't dumb, she knows what I feel
But still she twists the knife
And puts spikes on the road

Day after day, i try to persuade her
Day after day, she goes along
Laughs, smiles has an amazing time
But never shows what is really in her mind

Why am I so charmed by her eyes
I cherish them so much, I become blind  

I need to make her talk
Need to finally discuss what we feel
So I can finally life my world
Without rotating around her
An experience most of us already felt
Pedro Batista Jun 2017
Something inside you will start to awake
For every saint there is a Devil that awaits
With a silver tongue and a golden deal
It's him that will control your feels

A battle will erupt inside your mind
One that you can't escape on time
like war, it won't bring nothing new
Just destroy what remains of you

You will look into the mirror
You will see a washed up soul
Replacing what once was bright and bold
And didn't fear the unknown

Madness overtakes us
And sanity becomes a legend that once made us
Like a washed up hero you try to rise
But there are too many worries inside your mind
Way too fancy tile for the poem, but why not :x
Pedro Batista Jun 2017
God
I can't see you here in space
But i still ask for your grace
I feel so cold

I've never been a believer
The world makes you a deceiver
But i can't bear to die alone
So i'll trust the unknown
I need someone to hold
this is a small part from a bigger "project " i once had , unfortunatelly after many tries i never thought that I got it right , still , even though the full one didn't hit the mark , I still think something can be shown
Pedro Batista Jun 2017
My eyes feel heavy and weak
Headaches fill my daily physique
Uncertain of what the cause, I try to sleep
But all my life sleeping has never been sleek

I imagine myself in world's, my fantasies
Stories of great honor and mystery
Fables contained in my head
Waiting to finally be read

But I'm too lazy to get the pen
And write all this from inside my head
I can feel this world's within me
But I can't expel them so easily

Maybe it's fear that keeps them inside
Retained forever in a state of mind
Fear of defeat and failure
It would take a toll on the self esteem of a savior

But maybe one day I will be able to comply
Make a pact with this dreaded state of mind
Tell the world about all my Fables
And maybe someone will be able to savor them
i'm terrible with titles :x

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